Telegraph staffers who still remember the "grand old days" when Conrad Black was its proprietor, can never forgive him for shutting down their proper canteen and creating a more brasserie-like substitute with tall steel chairs and few places to sit and read the paper.
At the time, there were protests and poems, brick-brats and boos, but it all fell on deaf ears.
Now that he's possibly going to jail, there is, I imagine, very little sympathy from those who recall how he punished the late-night workers who were then located at Canary Wharf.
Now new complaints reach me about the catering at Telegraph Plaza in Victoria, as according to one staffer, who complains: "The staff who give us our meals can't even spell properly, let alone cook."
She adds: "It's all quite simple, but we were offered Roast Lion of Pork for the dinner menu the other day." Then to add insult to injury, "where the cold platters are placed, the aubergines were above the label marked sausages, and vice versa…”
Some just can’t get it right, can they?